“I came from New York State,” replied Matt, with the air of one who had studied his answer, but it seemed for some reason to be very satisfactory to his questioner.
“Any parents?” next inquired Mr. Noman.
“No, sir—nor brothers nor sisters. I’ve no one but myself to look out for.”
“I guess ye ain’t used to farm work, be ye?” now inquired Mr. Noman, doubtingly, and looking at Matt’s hands, which were as white and soft as a lady’s.
“No, sir; but I’m willing to learn,” assured Matt.
“Of course ye can’t expect much in the way of wages,” remarked Mr. Noman, cautiously.
“No, not until I can do my full share of work,” replied Matt, indifferently.
A light gleamed for a moment in Mr. Noman’s eyes.
“I might give ye ten dollars a month an’ board, beginnin’ the fust of next month, ye to work round for yer board till then,” he ventured.
“Very well,” responded the boy; and immediately after he added, “I’ve walked a good ways to-day, and if you don’t mind I’ll go to my room.”